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if this city is still breaking me  
in with its weather and tethered eye

you be the arch in my neck 
the mane growing from it 

At Home in the Water Crisis

I moved into the haunted house
and gutted it to the bones. I wasn’t alone then,

and worked there as a team. 
We evicted squirrels from their vast nutshell nest,

filled dumpsters with fifty years of trash.

It’s true. We’re useless without our vaginas.
How will you rape us? How will we birth daughters
and sons? I understand. We should laugh.
It would be better if we did, Mr. Duterte. 
In India, our leaders say eating chow mein
excites the hormones...

On Forms and Influences

For almost a century, Amish and Mennonite families have been vacationing on Florida’s Gulf Coast.

Trichotillomania and the Unconscious Desire to Pull

My mother is alive and funny
in the house above the marsh.

I think she does not miss my father much
as he is still alive, though elsewhere.

The coast near Sea Ranch, a community in Sonoma County, California, has a kind of primordial majesty to it: a verdant shoreline where cliffs high and low drop into a rushing surf.